Advent Tuesday #4 | All is calm. All is weird.

That night there were homeless, abiding in the alleys and crevices of buildings, keeping watch over their assorted plastic grocery bags by night. And they weren’t your down-on-their-luck homeless who just need a stroke of good fortune and they’ll be back in a good job and an apartment again. No, these are the kind whoContinueContinue reading “Advent Tuesday #4 | All is calm. All is weird.”

4 Unconventional Advent Actions

I went to fifteen stores on Saturday. FIFTEEN. Want to know why? Because I hadn’t done any Christmas shopping prior to that, and at this point time is of the essence! 🙂 What do I have to show for that? Well, a few blisters. But also, I was just like, “I don’t want to doContinueContinue reading “4 Unconventional Advent Actions”

A tiny poem | Love and fingerprints

“I’ll never love another woman like I love you,” he said. But this did not give her pause; for she knew that all along. You never love another person in the same way you have loved someone else. Loves are as unique as fingerprints. The one you dated before? The first one whose hand youContinueContinue reading “A tiny poem | Love and fingerprints”

Advent Tuesday #2– Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception

Back in high school we were instructed to make “five-year” and “ten-year” plans, and I was never any good at those, which is OK, because between five and ten years ago I consecrated myself to Jesus through Mary and effectively ditched any personal plans for myself. Does that sound terrifying? I guess it is. JumpingContinueContinue reading “Advent Tuesday #2– Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception”

Advent Monday #2

There is a line in an Advent song that sings like, “O Come, O rod of Jesse’s stem” And today’s reading is about the desert and the parched land and the steppe blooming “with abundant flowers.” But I’m just over here like, “Yeah, and I’ll bet that those were watered by our collective tears.” “MourningContinueContinue reading “Advent Monday #2”

Her last name was “Happy”

Years ago, when I was in 4-H, there was a woman who would volunteer at the weekend events we would sometimes attend. We would attend maybe once or twice a year–doing our artsy thang in the love that is northern Michigan. This woman was a senior citizen; and she shared a first-name with my motherContinueContinue reading “Her last name was “Happy””